Cold Field

Now another day has passed and I stand here in this cold field alone,
No sounds to comfort my longing heart.
Silence is awfully deafening and I am left here needing,
Your gentle face in my dreams.
A single rain drop, or maybe a lonesome tear?
Can you hear my soft cries my dear?
My heart begins to grow still,
And my eyes begin to fill.
The world isn't moving, not a sign of life,
Just green as far as the eye can see.
I could try to trudge on, but what's the point anymore?
So I'll lay here in this warm grass, so inviting,
When I close my eyes, our promises play, oh how exciting.
So as the sunsets down on you,
I'll lay out in this perfect grass, befriending the dew.
The cold night air sets in,
Is the end where it will begin?
My eyes grow heavy with the promise of a deep and warm sleep,
I'll lay in this field thinking of you, instead of counting sheep.
Nightmares of the black and orange lines, setting up on the counter,
A knife biting into the softness of my skin.
That's not me,
That's just who I used to be.
Another day has passed,
How much longer can I possibly last?
Please sweetness know this little secret,
You are better than better could ever be.